• this world is not my home

It happens. Sometimes stress gets to us, right? It got to me today. I totally flipped out, yelled at the kids, slammed a door, and hid in a room. Then, after emerging a few moments later, I apologized profusely to everyone, and took a long walk. It was about 35C today (over 100F), so I walked slowly and in the shade as much as possible. I walked for about two hours, all over town.

When I came home, I was tired, and much more relaxed and balanced.

What happened? Well, I'm trying to set up an international shipment, deal with closing a business, helping clients and some students that are visiting in town, and it was all just a little too much. I had to take a break. That helped.

So, learn to take breaks before you flip out, and if you don't, learn to apologize honestly.

I can relate all too well to that.  Before we left for Morocco, things just kept escalating until I finally broke. 

For some reason, transition (of any kind) seems to add an incredible amount of stress.  Granted, our transition is only temporary and yours is permanent. 

For me it was the anticipation of the unknown.  There's no way we can ever know what to expect and having to wait for it-going through the extreme highs and lows of anticipation-seems to be the most draining, at least for me.

I don't have any advice or magical words, but i do know (at least on a smaller scale) what you are going through.

I notice you wrote this a few days ago. I hope you are doing better now. Moving is hard. Hang in there.

I am doing much better, thank you. I am grateful to have a wonderful and understanding family that is full of grace and love.